The TV set above my head continued to display the Nobel Prize-related introduction.

Some people who seem to be experts and not experts began to frequently scan their faces, explaining the Nobel Prize and Sweden, while introducing Yang Rui and his possibility of winning from another perspective.

The experts' judgment, closely linked to the results of the interview, was full of comforting words, and they were all not optimistic.

Lao Fang nodded in his heart. Although he did not agree with the big head on the TV, he recognized the judgment of several people.

Not to mention anything else, Yang Rui's age is all obstacles to winning the Nobel Prize.

Giving him a Nobel Prize is equivalent to breaking the youngest Nobel Prize record, and it dropped sharply from 25 to 23 years old.

Last time a scholar under the age of 30 won the Nobel Prize or when?

If there is no reason, Yang Rui can break the convention. From Lao Fang's point of view, although Yang Rui's achievements are significant, it is appropriate to give the Nobel Prize in a few years or even decades.

Turning back to Yang Rui, Professor Cai and others, the few people were particularly eye-catching in their smiles.

Lao Fang was full of suspicion, and he secretly turned his eyes, attracted his disciple Bian Hu, and said, "You go and check it out to see what their idea is now."

"Yes." Bian Hu was a student that Lao Fang accepted in his early years. At that time, the undergraduate program was still in a super small class. The professors were still accustomed to giving special students a small meal and taking them as disciples. Some of the good performers would find ways to stay in the school to teach, thus forming a mountain. In various articles criticizing Chinese education, the common words such as "inbreeding" are not a joke. For a long time, teachers in some schools were produced by the mountain or mate with the mountain, with few exceptions.

As a big tiger on the Fang family's mountain, Bian Hu is waiting for Lao Fang to retire in a few years and he has taken advantage of it.

He also participated in this "academic debate" a lot, and without even the need for Lao Fang's instructions, Bian Hu had already had an idea. After receiving the teacher's order, he got up and went out according to the established strategy. He turned a corner and found Zhang Xing, a waiter who was preparing the dishes, and whispered a few instructions.

Zhang Xing nodded excitedly, called a colleague again, gave me some instructions, and rushed out, arrived at the dining room, pretended to organize his clothes, and stood behind Yang Rui, as if he was tidying up the tableware, and he didn't move anymore.

Wu Hongbo, who was sitting opposite, could not have imagined that the current waiters would have such part-time jobs, and would not interfere with the other party's work. The current state-owned enterprise waiters are awesome, but there is definitely no service. If you take it, you are even afraid of yourself.

Yang Rui, Professor Cai and others continued to speak excitedly, Zhang Xing listened excitedly, and Lao Fang, Ge Xingbang and others scratched their ears and heads.

In a harmonious world, everyone got what they wanted.

After a long time, Zhang Xing noticed Bian Hu's appearance again and quietly left the dining room.

"How is it, why are they happy?" Lao Fang waited longer and was a little impatient.

Bian Hu sat next to Lao Fang, but did not speak immediately, but picked up the teacup and took a big sip.

Lao Fang frowned and waited quietly.

Bian Hu drank a large cup of tea, spit out two more pieces of tea, and said, "Zhang Xing has said a lot, let me summarize it."

"Yeah, you said." Lao Fang silently lowered his expectations.

Bian Hu took a breath, looked at Yang Rui from a distance, and said, "They speak strangely."

"oh?"

"Let me summarize, the core is just one sentence. According to Yang Rui's words..." Bian Hu paused and said slowly: "It's a good thing to pay attention to."

"It's a good thing to pay attention to..." Lao Fang repeated it, frowning into the texture.

Bian Hu looked at him worriedly and whispered: "Teacher, I think they are a little self-comfortable, don't pay too much attention to it. The ones that were thrown out a few years ago are not being followed by the news day by day."

"You really think so?"

"That... even if CCTV didn't cut them down on TV, it was almost knocking." Bian Hu didn't know what Lao Fang meant, so Xiaoyi answered.

"It makes sense to say it."

"yes."

"I didn't say you made sense."

"ah?"

Lao Fang shook his head and said, "What Yang Rui said is nothing wrong. Think about it, what he does is scientific research, not political, so what is the danger? How dangerous can it be? How dangerous can it be? Do you need to use a TV station in advance?"

Bian Hu whispered: "I have thought about this question, but it is not as deep as you think. However, if it is not for the sake of knocking, what does it mean to broadcast this on the TV station? Are there any more people who are trying to offend people specifically?"

"Maybe I won't offend anyone. You see, Yang Rui is not very happy?" Lao Fang said lightly, with a little envy in his eyes.

Bian Hu was a little stunned and said, "Can they communicate with Yang Rui in advance?"

"That's not necessarily." Lao Fang was very familiar with the media style and shook his head slightly. If he was not a senior leader, he would not have such qualifications.

"What's the point?" Bian Hu couldn't help asking repeatedly, as if he was in a laboratory.

Lao Fang shook his nose twice and said nothing.

Everyone in the cafeteria ate breakfast in a slightly dull manner and then left.

Yang Rui, Professor Cai, Wu Hongbo and others formed a small circle and didn't say much. Lao Fang and Ge Xingbang were also suspicious and were too lazy to provoke. Instead, Lao Tan knew nothing. Since he agreed to the two-thirds distribution plan, he had left Fang Ge's body. To a certain extent, he was separated from the fierce struggle. It didn't matter what others were thinking.

The quietness in the cafeteria did not spread to other places in the guesthouse.

Since breakfast ends, the enthusiasts are busy with various connections, making the guesthouse lively.

The rooms that were originally Su-style corridors were opened at this time, and people went in and out, like buying and selling goods in and out of the trade zone.

At some point, the sound of the TV came from a certain room.

"Old man, where did you come from?"

"I came from Hedong Province. I will support our Hedong son Yang Rui and compete for the Nobel Prize."

"Yo, did you come to Beijing from Hedong Province? Do you know the Nobel Prize?"

"I understand that I used to work at the health and epidemic prevention station under Hedong Province. I know that the Nobel Prize in Biology is the highest biological award in the world. I bought a train ticket the day before yesterday and took a train for a day and two nights before I arrived." The old man's voice sounded loud, with the unique excitement of the times.

The reporter seemed even more excited and said: "Then do you know where the Nobel Prize was selected?"

"It was selected by Western countries in Sweden."

"Since you are selected in Western countries, what's the use of making this slogan? The judges can't see it."

"It is my intention to see it. You young people don't know how severe the health and epidemic prevention situation in our country was, and how difficult the current health and epidemic prevention project in our country is. The target of our health and epidemic prevention are bacteria and microorganisms that cannot be seen by human eyes, and diseases that cannot be touched. This is not something that can be defeated by two steel guns, tens of thousands of people. We have to ask scientists to make 84 disinfectant, disinfect water and glucose, penicillin and various medicines to defeat these enemies." The old man paused for a moment, and his voice became even louder:

"Microorganisms are invisible and intangible enemies. This enemy is not weaker than American imperialism. They kill no fewer people than the American Empire's intentions. We must defeat these enemies. I don't want foreigners to see my slogans, but I hope that foreigners can see Yang Rui and let them know that we are the Chinese nation that cannot be destroyed by steel guns, and we are also the Chinese nation that cannot be destroyed by diseases..."

In the Su-style corridor, fewer and fewer people talked, and gradually became silent.

More people gathered in the room with the TV on, some squeezed in, and some stayed outside, listening with their ears pricked.

The sound of the TV was twisted to the maximum, causing the old man's voice to resound throughout the corridor.

"The older generation knows that if you fall behind, you will be beaten. It is really beaten. The beaten we are bloody and corpses are everywhere. I don't know much about science, but I think, when the steam engine invented by foreigners was transported to China, someone must have laughed at it. It is too expensive and difficult to use. It is useless without mules and horses, and it is easy to support... I hope that the Chinese people now can be humble, support science, and support the construction of modernization. Don't wait until fifty or one hundred years later to be ridiculed by future generations..." The old man's voice gradually became a little trembling, but his tone was just as exciting.

"Thank you, uncle. We have received your earnest instructions. In addition, uncle, can you show our audience friends your homemade slogans?" The reporter's voice came out clearly.

The sound of shaking cloth strips came from the TV, and then the old man spoke in Mandarin with some accent: "Without today's science, there would be no happy life tomorrow. Support Yang Rui, support science, and wish the motherland prosperity!"

“Where do you want to hang this slogan?”

"I want to hang in front of Peking University so that the students can see it. I hope they can all be the backbone of China like Yang Rui!" The old man's voice gradually dropped.

But it feels heavy.

There was still no one in the corridor. The scholars looked at each other, and then stayed away from each other, and finally returned to their respective rooms silently.

Bang.

Bang.

Apart from the sound of closing the door, there was no other sound in the main building of the guesthouse, and even the TV was quietly turned off.
Chapter completed!